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Yeah, I know I can't sing. I know I can't play pinao. I can't keep a beat to savemy life. but I can listen to music and what gets me is how much music there is. From ole' Blu eyes Frank to "my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard" Kellis, there's sonething out there for everyone. I prefer something with a beat. My favorite place to listen to music is in my car cruising down Main. Now when you got clunker like mine you gots to make up for it byt sounding good so I put in a HUGE system. I'm just waiting for my car to fall apart because the bass is so loud. Anyways, a couple of weeks ago I'm driving down Min with my "funky Music" playing and I stop at a stop sign (my town ain't got sto LIGHTS). Next thing I know I hear the funk coming from another car in the parking lost so I pulled in to see who it was and to commend them on their ecellent tunes. I got out of my car and slammed the door a couple of times to latch it and "discoed down to check out the show" coming from the car. Would you believe it was some seventy something year old woman?! Well we gots to talking and it turns out that she and I like the same music! I'm twenty three and she's seventy and some odd years. We've been friends since then and guess what. She's got a single grandson who likes the same music. |
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